What is the matter, papa?
Brauer.
The black cow has been overfed. But of course, when Marie is not about to look after everything, things go to rack and ruin. Well, man, what excuse are you going to make?
Paul.
None, Mr. Brauer.
Brauer.
Now that's the most sensible thing you have said this morning. Here, take a cigar and get to work; but mind! send for the veterinary surgeon at once. Have you had breakfast?
Paul.
Yes, sir!